The ladies call him boronhide. Rollin' into town with a lead-lined ride. Stops at the corner for the garbage chick, chillin' in the back, suckin' that d**k. Down to the reactor, livin' in the core. People run and scream by he only wants more. Glow-in-the-dark irradiated eyes. Actinide series fallin' out of the skies. Party! Ionized acid. Penguin! Swimmin' in Placid. Word.
Hey that was fun, stay in school kids!

Of these pictures, none sum up the present culture of Russia better than the horse and cart pulling up to the McDonald's window. Russia is a backwater (if you exclude Moscow and central St. Pete) country desperately trying to Westernize itself, but on the whole, it fails miserably. Still, there are few places in the world as charmingly quirky (excluding a certain impending autocracy) than Rossiya.